How Appropriate For The Easter Season
It's a bright sunny morning, and as I write this a small New Zealand dwarf rabbit hops around my chair repeatedly, wiggling his cute little nose and leaving no less than two dozen cute little fecal balls behind it. Is this because the rabbit has been read one too many Grim Bros. fairy tales in the pet store, and now thinks it's Hansel leaving a trail of I-can't-believe-it's-not-breadcrumbs behind it? I don't entirely know, but all I can really say on the matter is that I'm deathly afraid of putting my bare feet down on the ground and feeling more than a few squishy noises beneath them.
This newest addition to the family, dubbed "Baboo" by my father, was the last thing I expected to be greeted with when my parents returned from a shopping trip one afternoon. With 4 Shih-tzu puppies running rampant on a daily basis, you'd think there was enough fur and fuzz to contend with. Yet Baboo was a gift from some friends--the same friends who, incidentally, bestowed upon our family all 4 of the Shih-tzu's (and 2 run-of-the-mill goldfish named Ernie & Bert, who died a day or so after they arrived), which makes me wonder what the next surprise will be.
I personally am hoping for a Bearded Dragon. Bearded dragons are fun.
And I just heard a squishy sound beneath my feet. If you'll excuse me, I need a kleenex and some air freshener for my toes....
posted by Phillip at 7:24 AM
